In the past week, I’ve learned:
- that DeLillo’s Libra is an excellent book.
- that there is a lot to say about the construction of childhood and how it relates to Brazilian street children.
- that non-soggy pierogies are pretty good.
- that life without internet access is really, really nice.
- that when you meet a Serbian at Hudson Terrace, the language you’ll have in common will be Portuguese.
- that the East Village has some really nice gardens.
- that one does not simply walk into Mordor.
- that I have a crippling fear of butterflies. Well, it’s only crippling if I am in a butterfly conservatory. But I was in one today.
- that, light of that last one there, Nabokov was a lot creepier than I had realized. Oh, Vladimir.
Tomorrow I’m heading to Boston for the day, and Friday will see me heading up north to my final summer destination.